Carter Jones is a fairly simple man. He loves his ranch, his horses, and dominating women in the bedroom. He’s the owner and founder of the exclusive Cuffs and Spurs Club in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, yet for the past year Carter has achieved something of a monk’s status within the ranks of his club. And all because of Jenna, a woman he had an unforgettably sensual week with a year ago, who then vanished from his life without a trace and left him reeling.

When he discovers Jenna practically on his doorstep, Carter moves heaven and earth to draw her back into his life. Only she has a scandalous secret, one that upends his life completely. Can he forgive her for the secrets she kept? Or will the mistrust tear them apart – forever this time?

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Excerpt Three:

Her steps took her away from the main hub of town into the more residential section. Not that Jackson Hole was an overly large city by any measure. It was really more of a blip; the nearest large city was Cheyenne, a few hours south. Not once had she turned or looked over her shoulder in his direction during their trek. It was like she was in her own little world, hefting two reusable grocery bags from Lucy’s Market.

He just hoped like hell it wasn’t a case of mistaken identity.

She stopped at a duplex building. Really, the structure was nothing more than an oversized home that had been split into two residences. So clearly, if it was Jenna, she was living here in Jackson Hole. Why? Not that he would complain if it was her. If it was, he’d be elated about the chance to get some answers. Like why she’d fallen off the face of the earth only to end up in his town. The exterior of the duplex was finished in a deep, dark cherry colored wood, much darker than his ranch house but with the log cabin rustic theme that a majority of the homes in the area tended to have. His intended target climbed the wooden set of stairs, up to the second-floor dwelling.

Gotcha!

She was no sooner inside the front door than Carter took the wooden stairs two at a time. When he reached the top, he drew in a deep, calming breath. To be this close after so much despair these past months… This was what he’d been waiting on for almost a year. A chance to see her again, hold her, paddle her fucking ass for ever leaving him and bury his aching cock inside her welcoming heat.

Or he was mistaken and had just followed a strange woman who could have passed for Jenna’s twin all the way home. If so, he would apologize profusely and leave at the soonest opportunity.

He lifted his hand, his fingers curled around the brass knocker and he banged it twice. If it was Jenna, what was she doing here? Why hadn’t she sought him out? How long had she been in Jackson? A myriad number of questions ran through his mind as he waited for her to answer the front door.

Then it opened, the hinges creaking in protest at the movement. Sunlight from the setting sun basked her visage in gold. And the pent-up breath he’d been holding expelled in a rush.

Jenna.

A smile spread over his face and a part of himself that had been missing these long months slid back into place. His eyes roamed over her, drinking in the sight of her standing so close.

Born in St. Louis, Missouri, Anya grew up listening to Cardinals baseball and reading anything she could get her hands on. She remembers her mother saying if only she would read the right type of books instead binging her way through the romance aisles at the bookstore, she’d have been a doctor. While Anya never did get that doctorate, she graduated cum laude from the University of Missouri-St. Louis with an M.A. in History.

Anya is a bestselling and award-winning author published in multiple fiction genres. She also writes urban fantasy and paranormal romance under the name Maggie Mae Gallagher. A total geek at her core, when she is not writing, she adores attending the latest comic con or spending time with her family. She currently lives in the Midwest with her two furry felines.

Carter Jones is the owner and founder of the exclusive Cuffs and Spurs Club in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. He’s been invited to Pleasure Island, a lifestyle themed resort on a private island in the Bahamas, to experience what the all-inclusive getaway has to offer. His plans for the week include indulging in the finer points of life – mainly sex, and lots of it. He’s a man used to dominating a woman in every way imaginable, and then receiving praise and thanks from his selected bed mate for his prowess.

That all changes when he literally runs into Jenna. She’s beautiful and headstrong, and turns his world upside down with merely a pout of her gorgeous lips. Lips he can imagine on various parts of his body. Carter devises a plan to claim the feisty woman. But will he be able to keep it strictly physical, or will her surrender to his touch affect him in unexpected ways?

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Raven:

I’ve spent my life depending on one person: myself. I’ve learned the hard way other people will only let me down. I’ve worked for everything I have, but thanks to my drug-addicted mother, I’m about to lose the one thing I’ve craved for years. Needing to make some extra cash, I ask my boss at Restrained Fantasies, a Dallas BDSM club, for some extra shifts. Much to my chagrin, Master Carter Burkes is with him, and Carter leaps to my rescue, bound and determined to save me—only I’m not the kind of girl who needs to be saved.

Carter:

I can’t sit by while Raven, a recurring figure in my fantasies, is in trouble. My job as a detective keeps me busy, but I’m not looking for a relationship, just a sub to assist with a class I’m teaching: Reading Your Submissive. Raven always claimed she wasn’t a member of the lifestyle, so imagine my surprise when I discover a budding submissive inside her. She gets under my skin in ways I can’t fight, but emotions are dangerous. I learned that the hard way. Is getting close to Raven a mistake? Will I destroy her life like I destroyed the life of the only woman I’ve ever loved?

This is book two in the Restrained Fantasies series but can be read as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, BDSM, sensual scenes, romance and adult language. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Read an Excerpt:

Raven punched the elevator button and waited for the doors to open. Damn her fucking mother. Damn her, damn her, damn her. Ten thousand dollars. How the hell was Raven supposed to come up with that kind of money by the end of the month?

Who fucking screwed over their own child this way?

She fisted her hands at her side and fought the urge to punch more than the elevator button. Taking out another loan or getting new credit cards with credit limits large enough to help was out of the question. She was over-extended as it was; served her right for trying to help the bitch in the first place. After helping her mom out with attorney fees and bail after her last arrest, Raven had been left holding the bag. She still couldn’t believe her mom had skipped on bail. Again. And crazier still, Raven didn’t know why she’d bothered helping in the first place. That had been her first—twentieth?—mistake.

Meth was slowly destroying Raven’s life, and she’d never touched the stuff.

The elevator doors slid open, and Viv Michaels strutted through. Viv was the boss’ sub and the love of his life. She was a sweet, vivacious woman Raven had come to like a lot.

Viv was dressed in her usual club fare. Black fuck-me boots, red miniskirt, and a matching leather corset which barely contained her ample breasts. She was the boss’ perfect match in every way—and it made Raven a whole lot envious. She’d never trusted anyone enough to let them in, let alone have what Viv and the boss had.

Viv’s lips curved into a friendly smile. “Hey, Raven. How’re you?”

Raven forced herself to return the other woman’s smile. “I’m good.”

Viv’s gaze sharpened. “You sure? You look… upset.”

“Just having a bit of a tough time today, but everything will work itself out. It always does.” More likely it won’t. It never did.

Over the years, she’d gotten damn good at lying about her emotions or redirecting the conversation, so with luck, Viv would take the near-lie at face value and move on. Because this problem wouldn’t work itself out. She might as well face reality and get used to it.

She’d be homeless by the end of the month. Viv placed her hand on Raven’s arm and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Okay. Just know I’m here if you need to talk.”

The offer warmed Raven. Part of her acknowledged the impulse to accept Viv’s offer, hug her close, and let the tears come. The other part, however, the stronger part, reminded her trusting another person only ended in disaster. She’d had enough tragedies in her life already. The only person she could depend on was herself.

“I’ll keep your offer in mind,” Raven lied.

“Good.” Viv flashed another smile and then headed toward the boss’ office. She seemed so sweet and sincere. Maybe, if Raven was very lucky, she could trust Viv.

Yeah, and maybe someday, Raven would have more than two fond memories of her mother.

Raven stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. She still needed to go home before her regular shift. She’d come straight from the bank, and she wasn’t exactly dressed for—

“Hey, Raven, wait up!” Someone forced their arm through the sliding doors and kept them from closing. When they opened again, she found herself staring at the handsome face of Carter Burkes. And her libido jumped to immediate attention; it usually did when he was around.

The sexy cop might be close to ten years her senior, but he wore his age like a badge of honor. Defined biceps and triceps bulged from the sleeves of his black T-shirt. The cotton stretched over his trim torso in all the right places, and his leather pants did little to cover the contour of muscular legs she’d admired more than once in the club.

A few strands of gray decorated the hair at his temples; otherwise, the perfectly messy brown locks appeared thick and lush. More than once, she’d had to squash the temptation to bury her fingers into the strands just to see if they were as soft as she’d imagined.

A day’s worth of growth covered his cheeks and square jawline. And damn those dimples. Why’d they have to amp his fuckability to stupid levels? Didn’t she have enough shit to worry about?

About the Author:

Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that’s way more interesting than the truth!

In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.

Happily married couple Jacey and Dominic had no idea they were moving into a neighbourhood where sharing is caring and wives swap husbands more often than a cup of sugar.

They had no idea living in the suburbs would be so exciting.

The Husbands and Wives series follows Jacey and Dominic as they learn to navigate the slippery sidewalks of swinging suburban sex-apades.

Being a good neighbour has never been so much fun!

Excerpt for Making Friends, book one of Husbands and Wives series.

I wonder what would happen if I picked Dominic’s keys. I could just say I want to have sex with my husband, rather than someone I’ve just met. But I’m here, and there are three attractive men willing and wanting to have sex with me. I have to admit, it’s a huge turn-on. And right now, Jackson and Colin and Mahak are looking at me expectantly, like I’m to make a choice.

I can’t choose.

How can I possibly choose?

Mahak smiles at me, his eyes doing the slow wander down my body, even though he’s sitting beside Melissa. There’s really no choice. If the way he’s looking at me is making the slow pulse between my legs beat insistently, then I want to see what it’s like when he touches me.

I stand up, leaving the safety of Dominic’s side. He gives my hand a squeeze but doesn’t say anything. I wonder if he’s as nervous as I am. I wonder if he’s regretting this whole idea.

I wonder if he’s excited, too?

I do a slow walk to Tia standing in the middle of the room and she smiles appreciatively at me. I’m really doing this. How can I be doing this? And again – why?

Why not?

Tia deliberately pulls out a set of keys with a smile at Mahak. For some reason she wants me to have sex with him. I’m not about to complain.

Mahak wraps his arms around me from behind, nuzzling his face into my neck. His beard is soft and so are his lips as he begins to kiss the sensitive skin. I can feel his tongue against my ear.

“I can’t wait to taste all of you,” he breathes.

Blurb for Touch

What happens when you meet the man of your dreams…and his wife?

Kenna has spent the last two years since her divorce alone, focusing on her writing and not giving the lack of romance in her life much thought. She hasn’t missed the touch of others until she meets Iliya.

Iliya is beautiful, vivacious and confident and Kenna is drawn to her immediately. When she meets Iliya’s husband, Kenna is torn. Iliya and Del are warm and friendly and welcome Kenna into their life, but Kenna is guilty about the feelings she develops for the couple, feelings that are more than friendship. Feeling for Del…and for Iliya.

Kenna doesn’t know what to do about the attraction she feels for Del and Iliya…until Iliya confesses she feels the same way. So does Del.

Iliya tells Kenna they aren’t like other married couples and they want to include Kenna in their life.

Is this what Kenna wants? Can she handle the touch of others?

Excerpt from Touch series

I lose all track of what Jane is saying as I watch him walk towards us, the warmth of my cheeks increasing with every step. My stomach clenches like a fist and I have trouble catching my breath. The flicker of recognition I have is ignored by my more visceral reactions.

“Ladies.” His voice is better than dipping your finger in warm melted chocolate and licking it off. “Nice walk?” He blinks sleepily at us, with the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen. I have green eyes the colour of moss in a damp forest; these eyes are more emerald and such a contrast with his dark bronze skin that the effect is breath-taking.

He is breath-taking.

He’s also half-asleep, still dressed in flannel pajama pants. I have a sudden, vivid image of him lounging in a huge bed, pillows strewn about, and sheets tangled around his long legs, leaning over…

Something stretches inside me, woken from a long sleep.

“It makes it all the more worthwhile when you’re here to meet us at the end,” Jane says with a perky smile. It’s not just me who has been affected; Jane is standing straighter with the hint of the belly sucked in and the size B cup boobs thrust out. This guy has some sort of power if he’s got me…

This is Iliya’s husband.

My heart sinks as fast and hard as a rock thrown in the ocean and all I can think of that line from the Alanis Morrisette song, “Meeting the man of your dreams and meeting his beautiful wife.”

Blurb for Office Plays series

NSFW – This office isn’t only for working.

Office Plays introduces some of the sexiest and excitable employees ever. Coffee breaks, long lunches and after hours fun – these ladies have seen and done it all.

There’s lots of gossip buzzing around in the office. Abby is shocked when her past fling takes a new position at the company and her guilt makes her more attentive to her husband. Sadie finds herself in over her head with Alma and her husband, playing games she never imagined. Michael has always thought himself happy with his girlfriend, but spending more time with Callie has changed things. And Callie – once the queen of office hookups – finds her feelings for Michael are ruining playtime.

You spend at least eight hours at the office – why not do whatever you can to enjoy it?

Excerpt from Office Plays

Even with the door closed, I can see into Ian’s office.

Where Agatha is naked and bent over his desk.

Naked and bent over the desk.

There may be hookups going on in the workplace, but nothing like this.

I shouldn’t be seeing this.

But I am.

And I take another look.

On third glance, I can see Agatha is not just bent over the desk, but strapped down, her torso prone on the surface with her arms tied underneath by cords. And Ian is standing behind her bare ass holding a ruler, like some bizarre re-enactment of a Fifty Shades scene.

And Ian is looking right at me.

It’s like all the air is sucked out of my body. I can’t move. I can’t even blink.

Ian brings the ruler down on Agatha’s ass, which is as rosy as a beefsteak tomato, and I gasp, the sharp sound of wood on skin breaking the spell.

Luckily Agatha’s cry masks my own.

“I told you to be quiet,” Ian demands. I slap my hands over my mouth before I realize he’s speaking to Agatha.

As well as not pulling the blinds, it appears he’s left the door ajar. No wonder I can hear everything.

I need to sit down. I shouldn’t be watching. I should leave.

Why is he still looking at me?

I’m still standing in front of my desk watching them. Why am I still watching?

Because in the office Ian is caressing the welt on Agatha’s ass as gently as if he’s smoothing on moisturizing cream. Her legs are long and tanned, spread wide and strapped to the desk. Her head faces the wall, so at least she can’t see I’m watching this.

Naked and strapped to the desk.

His fingers disappear between her legs.

I have to stop watching.

Blurb from Shared Accommodations, first book in Adults Only series

Adults Only

“Nestled on the shores of the Bay of Fundy in picturesque Nova Scotia, Mrs. Robinson’s Bed and Breakfast is the perfect spot to relax, to be refreshed and to reflect on the adventure of life.”

“I usually end up getting excited when I reflect on our adventures,” Jacey, Shared Accommodations.

Jacey and Dominic are back!

The happily married couple at the centre of the swinging series, Husbands and Wives are back in the first book of this new series from Anna Ellis, Adults Only.

In Shared Accommodations, Jacey and Dominic leave their naughty neighbours at home when they visit Mrs. Robinson’s B & B for the weekend. They meet Morena, aka Mrs. Robinson, a sexy fiftysomething who counts Tia as part of her past and is always ready for some excitement in rural Nova Scotia. And Michael Lorde, her hot handyman with a love story of his own.

Are you ready to head out with Jacey and Dom for an Adults Only weekend?

Excerpt from Shared Accommodations

“I’ve always wondered if you have any say in how things work out.”

Morena looked up to see Richard walking towards her. She smiled, appreciating the way he looked in his slim-fitting pants. She liked men who kept themselves in shape.

“How is it possible that you look even better now than you did when we first met?”

Morena wondered.

“You make me blush. You look stunning, by the way.”

She smoothed the skirt of her violet dress, noticing the way Richard couldn’t take his eyes away from her breasts showcased by the deep plunging V neckline. “Where’s your partner in crime?”

Richard nodded down towards the lobby. “My wife seems to be occupied by the bar.”

“I meant Liliane.”

Richard smiled, looking both predatory and very satisfied. “Ah, Liliane. I think I’ve made her late for the party.”

“I’m sure she won’t mind making an entrance. Couldn’t wait until after dinner?”

“I needed a late afternoon snack.”

“Hopefully you didn’t fill up.”

Richard chuckled and rested his elbows on the railing as he looked down at the group. “So who do you recommend for the second course?”

Morena didn’t hide the fact she was checking out Richard’s ass before she leaned in beside him. “I don’t think you need my help.”

“Of course I don’t. But I like to hear what you think.”

“I’m afraid you missed out on the lovely Jacey.”

“A pity. Are you happy, Morena?”

She looked up into Richard’s eyes, noting his serious expression.

“Are you happy? Do you miss it? The parties, the excitement of seeing someone across the room and knowing you can do anything you want with them?”

Morena closed her eyes, an image flashing across her mind, of another time, another person.

She had been a different person then.

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Welcome Anna! Please start off by telling us a little about yourself.

I like tea, wine, dogs and enjoy Martini Fridays. I’m obsessed with the world of Star Wars and Harry Potter and secretly want to be a superhero. I guess that makes me a geek who enjoys her gin!

Is Room Service a single title, or part of a series?

Room Service is the second book in the Adults Only series about a bed and breakfast that caters to swingers. What were your inspirations for the story?

I was inspired by my characters in the other series I’ve written! There were some who still had stories to tell so I came up with a new series where I could include all my favourites. Please share your setting for Room Service. Have you ever lived or visited there? If so, what did you like most?

I set my Adults Only series in Nova Scotia. I have no reason why, although I have visited the Bay of Fundy area and loved it. All of my other books are set in and around Toronto so I wanted something different.

When did the writing bug first bite?

I’ve been writing since I was a little girl but it was my last year in high school when my English teacher starting encouraging me that the bug really began. Thanks Mr.Clarke!!Who are your favorite authors, book/series?

It’s so hard to pick favorited! I love Alice Clayton’s Hudson Valley Series, as well as Emma Chase’s Royal series. If you could have an author roundtable discussion with any authors, who would you invite?

Ooh, that’s a good question! I think I’d want to talk to Stephen King, Colleen Hoover and Jilly Cooper. Do you have any hobbies or special things you like to do in your spare time?

I have 3 kids so there’s not a lot of spare time! But these days I’m teaching my daughter to drive, helping my son train for his first 10km race and re-watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer with kid #3.

What’s the strangest thing you’ve heard or seen?

One of the strangest thing I’ve done is trying to help a snapping turtle cross a road

What is the one thing that you would tell an inspiring writer to do?

Get yourself a writing group. Writing is very solitary, but you need support, especially from other writers.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Anna Ellis likes to writes about happily married couples having sex with other happily married couples. There’s no werewolves or vampires, shapeshifters or tentacles involved – just good, old-fashioned sex. And maybe a little tying up. Or a spanking or two.

In her Husbands and Wives series, follow new neighbours Jacey and Dominic as they learn to navigate the slippery sidewalks of suburban swinger lifestyle. Being a good neighbour has never been so much fun!

Her Office Plays series take you to the workplace to meet the most excitable group of office employees you would ever want to work with. They give coffee breaks a new meaning. Look for the third and final book in the series, Love After Hours, coming soon.

The Touch series is an unconventional love story about a woman who falls in love with a man…and his wife. All nine books are available now.

And her latest series, Adults Only brings back favourite characters from her earlier books. In Shared Accommodations, catch up with those sexy swingers Jacey and Dominic as they visit Mrs. Robinson’s B & B for a weekend of fun!

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Michael:

Two years ago I made a mistake, a big one, and then I threw in another couple just for good measure. I screwed up my life big time but I made it through. I was lucky.

Then I was given the opportunity for a fresh start. Two years in Auckland, NZ, ‘The City of Sails’. Away from the LA gossip, a chance to breathe, to get my life back together.
I grabbed it and packed my new set of golden rules with me.

I don’t do relationships.
I don’t do commitment.
I don’t do white picket fences.

And I especially don’t do arrogant, holier-than-thou, smoking hot K9 officers who walk into my ER and rock my world.

Josh:

The only thing I know for certain about Dr. Michael Oliver is the guy is an arrogant, untrustworthy player, and I’d barely survived the last one of those in my life. Once was more than enough.

The man might be gorgeous but my eleven-year-old daughter takes number one priority and I won’t risk her being hurt, again. I’m a solo dad, a K9 cop and a son to pain in the ass, bigoted parents.

I don’t have time for games.
I don’t have time for taking chances.
I don’t have time for more complications in my life.

And I sure as hell don’t have time for the infuriating Dr. Michael Oliver, however damn sexy he is.

Enjoy an Excerpt

The young officer behind Josh attempted to block the man’s escape only to have the knife sweep up and slice his defensive arm from wrist to shoulder. The intruder then threw him against the wall with a sickening crack and the officer slid to the floor, a spray of bright red blood arcing up against the cream paint.

Arterial. Shit. Michael instinctively surged from under the table toward the injured officer but stopped short when he realized his movement had drawn the intruder’s attention. They locked eyes, staring at each other for no more than a few seconds before the knifeman lurched toward him. Michael stumbled back against the wall just as the shepherd erupted from the corridor to his right and hurled himself at the knife once again. The guy’s arm spun in a wide arc toward the airborne animal, sending it careening into the bar. The act granted the man enough time to make it out the front door before the dog scrambled to its feet in pursuit.

“Paris!” the handler shouted as he caught sight of his colleague sprawled in a pool of blood on the floor, but the dog was gone. “Damn.” He spoke urgently into his radio then fell to his knees alongside the young officer. A commotion from the other side of the emergency exit broke in waves through the bar but the handler ignored it, focused solely on his injured colleague and putting pressure on the pumping wound as he shook the young man’s shoulder. “Jackson!”

In seconds, Michael was on his knees alongside the handler, dimly aware of the other man’s heat as their thighs pressed together. The wound was pumping big. “Move,” he ordered the man without thinking, only realizing his mistake too late.

About the Author:

Jay is a New Zealand author writing in the LGBTQIA genre in MM Romance and Fantasy.

She has travelled extensively and lived in many places including the US, Canada, France, Australia and South Korea, and loves to add experiences from these adventures into her writing.

She is a cat aficionado especially of Maine Coons, and an avid dog lover (but don’t tell the cat). She loves to cook- pretty damn good, loves to sing – pretty damn average, and as for parenting a gorgeous daughter-well that depends on the day.

She has lovely complex boys telling sweet sexy stories in her head that demand attention and a considerable number of words to go with them. Their journeys are never straightforward and can even surprise Jay, but the end is always satisfying.

“Ah, my lovely sisters of fate,” Altair Battaglia whispered softly to the shimmering Insedivertus sky. “What future do you have in store for this humble servant? I await your sign with bated breath.” A calm mission to destroy a nasty drug czar would be nice. But then again, when is anything ever easy? Especially when a set of wide green eyes and red-stained luscious lips has this seasoned warrior oblivious to everything around him…even her lethal Glock-19 hovering inches from his chin.

Fierce, determined, and carrying a burden heavy enough to make a weaker person weep in defeat, Makenna Dunn never thought life would ever cut her a break. How could she have even imagined a mysterious stranger interrupting her deadly goal might flip her world upside down and thaw her frozen heart?

Fast paced and screaming hot, Book 11 in the FBL Series yet again tugs your heart, tingles your senses, and leaves you panting for more. Get ready!

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Excerpt Two:

My foemina? What does that mean? Amazed at the wash of chills ripping up her neck upon each sinfully sexy word wafting across her ear, Makenna locked her knees to keep from melting into a pile of steaming goo. She’d thought him more than stunning while he’d stared up at her window from the street, but being mere inches from him left her befuddled and grasping for the perfect adjectives.

Fallen angel zipped through her lethargic brain, trying to settle and make sense of the breathtaking creature trapping her in the corner. His palm slowly moved away from her mouth, leaving her to fight for something to say or at least release her frazzled emotion on a string of sound. Move, stupid, she silently screamed at her frozen body. Strong fingers quickly captured her jaw as all focus dove to the sensation of his soft facial hair tickling across her cheek and warm, masculine lips covering her own.

Oh my God! He’s kissing me. Why is he kissing me? Despite the shocking realization, Makenna still expected to feel a knife sliding into her gut, not a big palm gripping her ass and pulling her closer. He took ownership of her mouth—skillful, probing, demanding, yet gentle in its execution. Magnificent. Fire shot through her groin upon his continued refusal to release her right fist from the wall, leaving her shaky and weak. She molded to his hard, powerful body, immediately disturbed at the guttural moan rolling up her throat and joining his. Ah God. He tastes so good.

Author of the award winning, bestselling series FUELED BY LUST and THREE DIVISIONS trilogy, Celeste has received countless praises for her unique writing style, ability to create memorable characters and mesmerizing worlds for the reader to romp, dream, and drool. Action, suspense, mystery, and sizzling hot, loveable hunks continue to bring on “Top Picks,” “Best Book,” “Book of the Month,” and “Reader’s Choice Favorite” accolades. Her decidedly favorite professional review comment from Long and Short Reviews, “Book one caught my attention, book two had me hooked and asking for more, book three caused my addiction, and book four fed my habit. Now I’m left sitting here hoping for more, like a junkie strung out on alien men,” has gleefully kept her nose to the keyboard and sharing with the world the Fueled By Lust Insedi Warriors and the lucky females who snag them.